Belongs To The Pages
A worn out notebook Blank pages A mind’s best friend A lost soul’s true companion. Twisted words, written backwards But
Tag: Poem
Nefarious Path
Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter
Fake Freedom
Grab your scissors And cut the paper Always on the line Never leave the line. Cut precisely on the lines
1 Heart
Afraid is not the right term, Perhaps, blocked it is With two crossed swords. Guard is up When guard is
Angels and Fairies Sang in the Forest
Lullaby tunes played randomly When my mind was thinking concrete Nostalgia began shifting the walls around me. ✧ Into the
